“When I was a small boy in Iraq, I came down with a high fever, and my parents took me to the hospital. The doctors gave me a shot, but it must have been the wrong medicine because it paralyzed my legs. That's what happened to me, sweetheart, but it was OK. I grew up and got a good job repairing electrical motors, but then there was the war. After the war there was no work; probably eighty percent of the businesses in Baghdad were destroyed or closed. I called my brother who was living in the United States, and he told me to come here. I was having severe pains in my abdomen around that time, so my brother took me to the hospital and I had surgery. The doctors here were top-notch, and since the operation I've had no more pain. I’ve been in Memphis five years now, living with my brother’s family, and my life is very good.”